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Monday, 16 November 2015

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Coming December 1st:
Winter Wishes- Holiday Hotties Series
Sexy Santa was never on his list, but Caleb Gilden stopped writing a Christmas wish list long ago. Santa had always come up short in fulfilling his wishes. That’s why he’s put all of his money and time into his gift shop—at least others can get what’s on their wish list.
Reeve Stone wishes for a different outcome of a day when his parents died in a horrific car crash right in front of him and his sister. He knows that isn’t going to happen, so he’ll just keep a smile on his face for his sister’s sake.
But when he meets the green-eyed gift shop owner, and is forced into donning a Santa suit for a sick and disadvantaged children’s holiday party, will he finally grant a wish for Caleb? And will Caleb help Reeve through the hardest day of the year only to discover love is what they’ve both been wishing for?

Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

COVER REVEAL

BREAKING FREE BY ALLANA WALKER

Breaking Free By Allana WalkerGenre- MC/Mafia/Dark Romance Release date-24th November Goodreads-Goodreads-https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26243104-breaking-freeAlexa Bardo always dreamt of a future, a future where she could help others, by becoming a doctor.
One mistake from a family member snatches that future away.At the age of nineteen she was thrown into a marriage with a man she doesn't love, but has no choice but to stay. Feeling suffocated by her husband, Ash De Costa, son of the Don of The De Costa Mafia. She knows she needs to escape.
Will the help of the Devil's Reign MC help break her free?
The Devil's Reign MC are tasked with a mission, a mission that brings back memories for a couple of members.
One in particular, Tyler Cross.
While hell bent on revenge, will he get more than he bargained for?
***WARNING***
This work of fiction is intended for ages 18+, due to the language used and scenes of violence

She has always had a passion for reading and until a few years ago, started secretly writing. She had always debated sharing it but never had the confidence to do so, until now. In her words; 'Life is too short to regret things we could have done and wishing the should've, would've, could've's.'

She wants to show not only her dithers but to everyone else, that you can do whatever you want when you put your mind to it.

She loves reading a range of genres, particularly MC, Mafia and romance.

Other than reading and writing, Allana loves to help out other authors, watching WWE, dancing around the room with her daughters, or at the cinema with her husband. She also loves to bake, it's her stress reliever. Website- https://www.facebook.com/authorallanawalker

Sunday, 8 November 2015

Dane has only ever loved one woman in his whole life. Nova. When he lost her everything went dark, his mind, his soul, and his life. She was his light, his heart. A decade later fate plays a cruel joke bringing them back together, only to tear them apart again, when he realises she has no idea who he is. Now he has to battle, wage war, and bring grown men to their knees to get her back. The biggest fight he faces is turning away from the darkness and letting the light in.

All Libby Burchall remembers is a mediocre life, she’s just existed for over a decade. Scared of her history and confused about who she is, the safe path is the only one she’s travelled. When a face that she can’t remember breezes in from the past, calling her Nova and looking at her like she’s a ghost, it sets off a chain reaction of emotions that she can’t ever remember feeling before. Now she can’t stop seeing his eyes, hearing his voice, and being consumed by the dark, intense and insanely beautiful man that made her feel alive.

Two shattered halves of one soul. He wants her light to illuminate the never-ending darkness. She wants to run, but something keeps dragging her back.

“Oh God, yes!” I look down at the woman between my thighs and grimace. I just wanted a fuck. A release. Not her voice splitting my skull. She thinks it’s sexy. It’s not. While I bang into her over and over again I should be building up to the few seconds of pure bliss I need right now. Not thinking about how I should have gagged her. Leaning forward over her, I slip my hand around her throat, watching as her slender neck disappears under my palm, positioning my thumb and forefinger on each side of her jaw, holding her in place. She automatically tilts her head back slightly and opens her mouth, but this time without sound. This is turning her on, which works for me because I wasn’t about to stop. I can feel her pulse through my hand and so squeeze my fingers, tightening on each thrust in. Her eyes widen and flick to the corner of my mouth then back to my eyes. I know what she sees. It’s what they all see…the only thing I allow. Emptiness, darkness and cruelty. They need to know. It’s who I am. It’s who I’ll always be. I finish up. Pulling myself out of her and out of the bed, her eyes snap open and she stares at me.“What are you doing?” she whines.I look over at her while pulling my jeans on. “Going home.” “Well, you could stay?” she asks, with a smile. “We could do that again.” Her smile turns into a smirk“No thanks,” I reply. Mentally going over the list of things I had on me and making sure I’ve got them all before leaving. You never come back. Never. Rule One—If you leave your phone, wallet, house keys, etcetera, you get new ones. New phone, new wallet—Fuck! You get a new house if you have to. But you never come back. Period. She frowns at me, I can see her brain working. “Okay, do you want to meet up later this week?” She’s grasping at straws and is sounding desperate. “Not gonna happen. This was tonight. Just tonight. I told you when we were at the bar. This was a one-time deal. I fuck you. I leave.” My mouth twitches. “I’ve fucked you. Now I’m leaving.” She scowls as my eyes land on my jacket. “You complete wanker!” she shouts.“Not sure what you expected?” I reply grabbing my jacket and heading to the bedroom door. “Well thanks for fucking me!” she clips angrily as I walk away.I salute her. “Pleasure babe.” Then walk out of her bedroom and her life, and I go back to feeling the cold. In more ways than one.

Monday, 2 November 2015

SPURS: Cherry County Cowboys #1
Release Date: November 3, 2015

Blurb:
Dr. Grayson Taylor is convinced that a summer fling with the bartending cowboy is a quick remedy to mend his broken heart. Soon his plans to return to big city lights for a dream career don’t seem as attractive as the cowboy with dimp

les lying in his bed. When Grayson’s charred past reappears, can he learn that forgiveness costs less than pride and admit he is the one who needs to be healed?
Cowboy Izaac Scott drove into town with little more than boots on his feet, a well-loved baseball cap on his head and a cross-country journey on his mind, but he’s not sightseeing. He’s running from the ghost of a first love. Will the doctor be the one to help Izaac realize that true love can heal the past or will the cruel spurs of life jab him in the heart again?

Bio:
Fuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.
Jules explores the rich psychology of sexual orientation, sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and new adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She’s a busy writer, and she loves it!

The door was open to the other bedroom, and when I reached to close it I heard the rustling of covers in the room. The glow of the moon drowned Gray’s room in silver light. I watched him adjust the pillow under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His warm liquor-colored eyes glinted kaleidoscopic colors in the moonlight. I started to pull the door closed, and his eyes met mine. I froze. Parts of my gut that hadn’t experienced the waves of anticipation in years twisted like a there was a hurricane inside of me.
Without speaking he scooted over in his bed and threw the covers back. My brain willed my body to move into the room, and in seconds I was next to his bed.
“One more night, Izaac.”
“I’m afraid it’ll only complicate what I’ve made a mess of, Gray.”
“I’m good at unraveling complications. Come here, cowboy.”
He was good at unraveling my willpower, too.
I slipped into the bed. “I wish I could offer you more than tonight.”
“I wish for a lot of things, but I’m not asking for anything more than this night.”
What words couldn’t express our bodies would. Gentle and unhurried kisses prolonged our progress. Seven days with Grayson had more passion and connection than the last five years of my life. Those years had been the abysmal pit of repentance. Every move I made was calculated to prevent and eliminate relationships with people, but now I had people who wanted to have me in their lives. I was going to lose the most important person I’d ever had in my life.
“Gray?” I whispered in his ear.
“What?”
“I could still be a good guy to you.”
“Izaac, it’s okay to still care about Quinton, but I won’t compete with a ghost for your heart. It’s too hard to wonder if I’m the one in your mind at any given time or if you’ll leave when a memory of him overwhelms you.”
“I’ve held on for so long that I think maybe I’m just a living ghost myself.”
“Then let me show you that you’re alive.”
His stubble abraded across the skin of my chest, and I fisted his hair as he explored every dip and inch down my stomach. If I couldn’t give him more, I could give him tonight. He deserved more, but this would have to do.